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8,"0) grief of griefs !" with shrieking voice she cried,
o What sight is this that I have lived to see! ()! that I had in youth's fair season died,
From all false joys, and bitter sorrows free. 9. Was it for this alas ! with weary bill,
Was it for this I pois'd th' unwieldy straw; For this I bore the moss from yonder hill,
Nor shunn'd the pon'drous stick along to draw? 10. Was it for this I pick'd the wool with care,
Intent witb nicer skill our work to crown :' For this, with pain I bent the stubborn hair,
And lin'd our cradle with the thistle's down? 11. Was it for this my freedom I resign'd
And ceas'd to rove at large from plain to plain For this I sat at home whole days confin'd,
To bear the scorching heat, and pealing rain ? 12. Was it for this my watchful eyes grew dim?
For this the roses on my cheek turn pale? Pale is my golden plumage, once so trim !
And all my wonted mirth and spirits fail !" 13. Thus sung the mournful bird her piteous tale ;
The piteous tale her mournful mate return'd: Then side by side they sought the distant vale;
And there in secret sadness inly mourn'd. JAGO.
The Pet Lamb. 1. The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, “ Drink pretty creature,
drink !" And looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied,
A snow-white mountain Lamb, with a maiden atits side. 2. No other sheep were near, the lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tether'd to a stone;
meal. 3. 'Twas little Barbara Lethwaite, a child of beauty rare :
I watch them with delight; they were a lovely pair.
And now with empty can, the maiden turn’d away,
But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay. 4. Towards the Lamb she look'd and from that shady place,
I unobserved could see the workings of her face :
Thus, thought I, to her Lamb that little maid would sing. * 5. What ails the young one? what? wly pull so at thy
cord ? Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board ? Thy plot of grass is soft, as green as grass can be :
Rest, littlė young one, rest; what is't that aileth thee? 6. What is it thou would'st seek? What's wanting to
no peers ;
This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain:
When my father found thee first in places far away :
home; A blessed day for thee; then whither wouldst thoni
roam ? A faithful nurse tbou hast; the dam that did the yeans
Upon the mountain tops, no kinder could have been 10. Thou know'st that twice a day, I've brought thee in
11. It will not, will not rest !- Poor creature! can it be That 'tis thy mother's heart, which is working so in
thee? Things that I know not of perhaps to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see
nor hear. 12. Alas! the mountain tops that look so green and fair! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come
there : The little brooks, that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. 13. Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky;
He will not come to thee; our cottage is hard by. Night and day thou art as safe as living thing can be: Be happy then and rest; what is't that aileth thee?"
a SECTION IX. ,
The Farmer the Spaniel and the Cat. 1. As at his board a Farmer sat,
Replenish'd by his homely treat,
And snor'd the rising fumes away.
And humbly crav'd a seryant's share,
And straight the fatt'ning morsel threw. 3. Enrag'd the snarling cur awoke,
And thus with spiteful envy spoke : .." They only claim a right to eat,
Who earn by services their meat;
For man the wounded bird to save.
At home his midnight hours secure,
For this his hand the food bestows. 5. And shall thy indolence impart
A warmer friendship to his heart,
To pamper such vile things as you?"
Contribute to the good of man.
Who drives the vermin from the house?
" Thy words are just," the Farmer cried, And spurn'd the snarler from his side. GAY.
The Wheat and the Weeds..
A various crop of weeds appears. • The poppy, soldier-like array'd,
Its flimsy scarlet flow’rs displayed.
That kney to eat not raise their bread,
For pleasure's sake had rambled there, '
What fancy led to, pluck'd and prais’d.
That gently bows its blushing head;
Yes,” said the next," the flow'r I show,
That the best choice is surely mine."
Did not deserve to grow between.
To overhear the youths' debate :
He strove to teach them better things.
These are but weeds that spoil our land;
- SECTION XI.
Economy the source of Charity. 1. By gen'rous goodness taught, my early youth
Soon learn'd humanity.-My parents died
Orphans have claims on charitable souls ; “ The pious Edgar thought so: mov'd perhaps